Beautifully Broken

4

I woke up in a cold sweat for the third night.

I gasped holding my chest where my scar was and I felt the indentation of my forever mark.

Marble turned to face me, eyes open.

"You okay Eve?" She asked in a half groan.

I wiped the tears that escaped from my eyes.

I nodded, unable to speak. I felt a large lump in my throat.

Panic.

Fear.

"You were screaming for her again, you sure you're okay? I'm sorry I lashed out of something that wasn't in your control." She said with so much sorrow spilling over.

She sat up Indian style facing me, the moons light reflecting off her sunken cheekbones.

"It's okay Mars. I'm okay. Thank you." I finally said building the strength to speak without my voice cracking.

I turned to face her, gave my best smile forward. She smiled in return and laid back down, turning her face towards her flower covered wall.

Once I heard her light snores, I tipped toed off the bed and went to the girls bathroom, down the hall.

As I walked, it felt so spooky and like something out of a horror movie.

The lights dimmed so lowly, the sound of the fans swirling slowly giving that sound effect of wooosh.

I heard one of the night staff members keys jingling as they walked down the hall making sure everyone was asleep.

"Hey evie. Bathroom break?" Sammy the night watcher said giving me a half smile.

Sammy was in her mid forties, short with a salt and pepper bob and one too many wrinkles but a beautiful smile always plastered.

"Hiya Sammy. Yeah, another nightmare." I hushed as I put my head down walking past her to the girls room.

"Pray baby. It will give you the peace of mind you seek. Your mom hears you." She said as she opened the door for me.

She knew she had to stand over me as I used the bathroom. I wasn't bothered by it like most girls, I knew it was her job and if it was her choice it wouldn't be to watch girls piss or shit for a living.

"One day." I whispered as I closed the small stale and I went to use the restroom.

I laid back in bed after using the restroom and I found myself on my back looking up at the ceiling counting for the millionth time the small craters that stuck out.

785

I could hear the ticking of the clock,

Tick tock

Tick tock

I heard the sound playing as my soundtrack, eventually I fell asleep.

I hear my aunts talking amongst themselves in the kitchen.

"She's got to leave. She can't stay here, she's making the kids uncomfortable. My kids come before her I'm sorry I know she is my niece but her mother's death left us picking up her pieces.. yet again."

"Well she isn't staying with me, my wife doesn't have the patience for her shit. She's a basket case, I don't know how Gladys ever dealt with that? But it for sure took its toll on her and that won't be me. Nope no thank you."

"What do we do with her then?"

Before I can control the fire in my stomach, my feet are stomping towards them, in a matter of seconds I am facing them and they are looking at me wide eyed aware that I must've heard everything they were just saying about me.